Work Text:
His wrists in your
hands
they’re so breakable
so weak compared to
the wolf
in your chest
and the pulse of his blood under
his pale skin
it should call forth a
beast a
snapping
snarling thing but
instead instead
the wolf quits its pacing
under your time-worn ribcage
sits and stills and watches
as the human boy tames you
with breaths of nothing
but
your name.